It has been five months since Megan has become my full-time assistant. She kept with her plan and it is taking a class a term at the local community college. One evening there is a knock on our door as we are finishing up dinner. At the door, I find Megan's younger sister Ginny. It appears she has been crying for at least the entire mile walk up to our house from her place and probably even longer.
"Megan you better come over here right away and help your sister" I call out. "Come in Ginny, what's wrong?"
Megan comes running over and giver her sister a big hug and leads her into the kitchen and half closes the pocket doors. I can hear bits and pieces of the conversation, like "Bobby Kirkpatrick is a BIG JERK" and "I HATE BOBBY" shortly followed by "Cindy is even worse, that two-bit slut." In a little bit, I see Megan rushes out of the kitchen, grabs a box of tissues, and hurries back in.
After an hour or so of consoling her sister, Ginny has calmed down enough that the girls are putting their coats on.
"I am running Ginny home Kyle, be back in a bit" When she gets home, she slumps in the chair next to me. "Ugh, why are boys so stupid?"
"Ginny having boy problems I take it?"
"Yeah, typical high school boys. Ginny was dating Bobby and caught him cheating on her with Cindy. Of course, he denied it, but today she learned that Bobby is taking Cindy to the school dance on Friday. She is just a total mess right now. And she is getting all self-conscious about her body that she is going to turn out like our aunt, tall skinny and with a flat chest."
I could tell there was something more on Megan's mind than Ginny. She looked down. I move over and sit on the arms of the chair and put my arms around her. "What's wrong, babe? Something is on your mind more than Ginny I can tell."
"Nothing. I'll be fine" and she gets up and walks out. Fine my ass I think to myself. But I am smart enough to keep my big mouth shut.
As I get ready for bed later that evening, I notice that Megan went down to her apartment, and has been in there hardly making a peep. I start to think I am sleeping alone for the night, but then the door to my room cracks open.
"Can we talk?"
"Of course, babe, come in."
Megan climbs into bed and motions me to get in with her. "Hold me" she whispers. I set up with my back leaning up against the backboard of the bed and pull her in close to me, my legs spread apart to get her close as possible. I wrap my arms around her. Megan emits a soft purr.
"What's on your mind?"
"Us, I so wanted to tell Ginny that things get better when you get out of high school. When you start dealing with men and not boys."
"Not all men are good Megan, you know there are some class 1 jerks out there."
"Those are not men. Real men treat women with respect. That is why I like you, Kyle. You are a real man; one I could take home and be proud of." She reaches up and back and strokes my cheek. "I want to tell my parents about us, Kyle. What do you think about that?"
"How much about us?" I say a bit nervously. "I am not sure how well your dad will take it."
"I'm not going to tell them everything silly. I was thinking of treating it like we were thinking of starting to date. And I will start with mom. She'll know how to deal with dad."
"Good idea" I lean over and give her a kiss on the cheek and a big hug. "you ready for bed?" Megan reaches over and turns out the light. We snuggle down together.
"Thanks for not trying to do something tonight, I am just not in the mood."
"I know, I can tell you are not up for anything. Some days are like that."
"You are so awesome, such a gentleman. Even though you are UP for something, you don't push it"
I chuckle, "It's HARD not to be UP for something when your panty-clad ass is rubbing against my cock."
"You booger, now go to sleep."
I hold Megan in my arms, and we drift off to sleep.
I wake up as the light starts to pour through the window and notice my morning wood. I am not the only one who notices it. There is a pair of hands working to free it from my boxers. Megan starts to gently stroke my dick and plays with my balls. Tenderly she moves her lips over my head, and I begin to feel her tongue circle the head of my cock. It doesn't take long and ropes of cum begin to shoot down her throat. "Nothing like your boyfriend shooting his spunk down your throat to start your day off right." I couldn't agree more, noticing, however, this is the first time she used the word boyfriend regarding me. 'Are we an item?' I think to myself. We both climb out of bed to start the day.
That night at dinner Megan tells me how she met her mom for coffee. "I told her I have a problem, a boy problem. She was like 'isn't Ginny enough?' I told her that it wasn't that type of boy problem. I said I had met a nice man, who appears to be kind and gentle and is a real hunk. But I was unsure how he felt about me. I think she suspected it but did a good job feigning surprise when I told her it was you. I mentioned that I was not sure you were ready for a relationship yet and was concerned that If I brought it up, I might put my job at risk. Her suggestion was, that if I was interested, and was sure I wanted to try, I should drop a few hints and gauge your reaction."
"Not a bad suggestion" I replied.
